Headstrong is a little white calf,
If I gave her a name, it would end in “-ita”
And it would mean something like “too big for her britches.”
The vet is here, and she doesn’t know what’s good for her.
The others, docile. She’s a fighter
On a concrete stage.
“Take me on, boys,”
She seems to say.
Three of them, pulling on her rope.
She whips her strong head this way and that,
Popping sweat from their arms.
But they hold on.
Headstrong is a little white calf,
Giving their money a run;
Stubborn is a Caribbean cowboy,
Born under a mountain sun.